Drag queens own me and the universe.
03.02.09
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Music o' the Entry: "Wadatsumi no Ki"
I really need to expand my playlist. Damn you dial-up...! Yeah, speaking of dial-up the Internet the school has provided has completely
pooped out on me so I using my family's service at my apaato...that is,
until they managed to hook up with cable goodness. Personally I'd love to have broadband, but I'm a wage slave and there's no way I'm paying $40-50 a month for such; bloody hell, that's more than I'd pay for getting the Weather Channel, which I would dearly love to have. Hooray for avarice and materialism.
So anyway, this weekend I visited Washington State University and the lovely city of Pullman for the first time. It's bizarre, despite having lived in Washington for going on seven years now AND being a geography major I've never been to the much-lauded Palouse and heck, I only visited Seattle in a non-school setting for the first time in December. I suppose the main reason people travel is to see family, and our only family here lives way up near the Canadian border in the middle of the mountains, thus...so yeah, it was interesting. I was a bit hesitant, given that I have a pathological vaguely-irrational fear of driving and an atrocious sense of direction, but all was well, despite feeling a bit traumatized. The school was...enormous. The population of my university is a bit under 10,000 and has a rather small campus, relatively speaking...WSU is just so BIG. I was in awe and I didn't even see the campus, mostly just the dorm areas, one of the dining facilities and the almighty recreation center, which owned the universe. Of course, the main point of my visit was to see the lovely Kaleigh and my friends from high school who I very seldom see, save for the occasional holiday, which I did and enjoyed immensely-I miss those kids. I also got to experience a bit of dorm life which was...interesting. I don't know there are some good things and perhaps I take apartment life for granted having never lived in a dorm. I mean, I have my own bathroom and stuff, but the occasional dining plan could be nice...it was interesting, and overall a pleasant weekend. Oh, plus I'm never going to complain about the rural condition of my school ever again. Sure, my school may be out in cow land or whatever, but at least it's quite near to an urban area. Pullman is WAY out in the middle of fricking nowhere, which makes me think that my school now has one advantage. Yeesh, wheat fields always somehow seem foreign to me. When I was young and we'd drive through Louisiana and Texas, they don't grow wheat; they grow rice, sugar cane, cows-stuff like that...and it's so...brown and dead looking. Everyday I think I become more and more aware that my climatogical origin is most definitely not here, which is the magically quasi-steppe-desert...thing. Give me some GREEN, people! Salt water! Gahhhhh. Must need Gulf Coast or Japan or SOMEWHERE. This is so...inland. Oh well, I digress, I'm working on going south with my mother this summer for a brief span of time. It's so sad, right now I believe it's Orbitz that's advertising round-trip fare from Spokane to New Orleans for a mere $303...oh well, Mardi Gras is March 4th this year, and I WILL actually remember to either make or purchase a king cake this year and will prepare a full-scale Louisiana dinner, as well as busting out the zydeco; hooray goofy regional pride. Perhaps I'll use the occasion to enlighten the Japanese kids about such a thing.
So I was right, super-happy upper gastro endoscopy joy will find me this coming Tuesday, to which we're all looking forward. I hope they find something and I desperately hope I don't wake up this time, trauma is no fun. I think I'm going to try and see if I can hook myself up with that rocking arm-deadening stuff they applied to me when I got my wisdom teeth removed, it made getting IVed/needles jabbed in you much less likely to make me gag. Especially because Matt's going to be my driver (endoscopies involve sedation) and he's worse than me around needles...oh well, at least I get to don my super-cool cyborg gear.
So school is going. I don't know, there's not so much to say about it...it's one of those things that makes every day sort of run into the next, and you don't really think about it until you have a week left for your monstrous term paper that threatens to destroy all around you and all you love. Good heavens, it's already the 9th of February and my winter quarter ends on like, March 6th or something and I have two papers. I'm not sure if I spoke on the topics, but one is for geology and is on hot springs and geothermal spots around the world and the other is for geography on upper atmospheric clouds (ie noctilucent and nacreous clouds, stuff that's extra-tropospheric. If this is anyone's specialty minus my own, I'd be highly appreciative to know). Hooray school. So I should probably start on those someday...am passing math so far, I have a 2.8, which is a far cry from the stunning 0.0 I had last quarter. I am passing and there's naught anyone can do about it. ROCK.
Am listening to "Cristofori's Dream" by one David Lanz, a truly beautiful piano song I was introduced to by the Pure Moods III CD I got for Yuri the last time I went to Japan. It brings back memories, like too many things do. I think I may be the oldest person I know, like old people who don't do anything, who are just alive because they're not dead and spend all their time speaking of the years that have passed and living their lives fifty years ago. I can't compare, being merely 19 years of age, but myself and others recognize that I do this frequently. Perhaps I'm an "old soul"? Or maybe just a moron who for some reason has to consciously make an effort to live in the present, because it's easier to live in the past. Trust me, it's not half as melodramatic as it sounds, it's just the way things come out when I say them, I'm too badly-poetic for my own good. Still, at least I don't have black bloody flames clawing eternally at my tortured soul or whatever.
Oh, nearly forgot, on Wednesday evening I had the distinct pleasure of attending a drag show organized by my GBLT group and...good heavens, I always knew I loved drag queens and girly boys in general, but man...since I was an hour late thanks to work I didn't get to sit with my group and instead stood by the doorway, I'm sure terrifying the group of Japanese girls who stood nearby. All I can say is MAN was it gay and similarly glorious-I loved every bloody second of it and have now been inspired to to do drag. No, not as a drag king, which would befit my physical appearance, but to dress as a guy in drag, it'd be fabulous. The only problem is I'm not exactly a great dancer, but I DO have a perfect outfit (which should probably cause all to fear me) and the perfect song...ha, the choice of music was wonderful, I think the most appropriate was Miss Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty" or whatever that song's called that has such a supposedly scandalous video (I've not seen it, not a big one on music videos) and the queens...oh, the queens. The only thing missing was Mana and then my life would've been complete. Even then the hostess was wearing thigh-high black glossy vinyl Mana-style stiletto boots (though when thinking of Mana-boots I usually envision the white gardenia ones)...it was fricking beautiful. MUST GO TO JAPAN AND SEE DRAG QUEENS. I imagine I would probably simply fall over and die of sheer happiness. Hooray for fetishes, for as strange as it is for a transgendery both-way-swinging one to adore boys who look like girls, at least I don't get off on people eating poop. Oh, and by the way, you can thank Japan for that.
In other news, I think I'm going to see the Vagina Monologues next Saturday, I missed them last year because I didn't think it'd be particularly fun to explain it to my family but since I'm free that's where I'm at, yo. Hopefully will be enjoyable, but as lauded as it is I can't imagine it's not.
Ah well, need to run, it's lunch-time for me, so I'll write later. However, before I go I'd like to recommend the comic "Boondocks" to all; it's AWESOME. Seriously, how many comic strips do you know of where one of the main characters is a young black revolutionary decrying eurocentrism at every turn? Read it, kids. I'm out.
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